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customary order. I lean over Magdalen Bridge and 

 watch the punts emerge from the archway with hollow 

 plash and ring ; I wait by St. Mary's entry while the 

 bell is going, and the gowns flock by to Congregation ; 

 from a narrow lane I look up to a house-front, white 

 in the sunlight, with green window-boxes, to the 

 open windows of the rooms which were mine. I am 

 a revenant ; I find myself inclined to walk softly, to 

 give room to the corporeal passing crowd, to stop in 

 convenient corners to watch the currents that have 

 gone by me. On this last visit, Summer Term was 

 on the lees, and that vague spirit of unrest was 

 abroad which drives the undergraduate from Jiis 

 haunts ; something of the old feeling awoke even in 

 me when I met the clattering hansoms, hat-box and 

 portmanteau atop, and the serene, brown, wholesome 

 faces, set towards New Road and the Long Vac. 

 The man who has not kept up his connection 

 with his College, and has no friend even amongst 

 Dons and Fellows those VSKVWV a^vi]va Kaprjva still 

 haunting the ways of life should choose the far end 

 of the Long Vacation for revisiting Oxford. When 

 there is a touch of yellow in the Broad Walk elms, 

 and milder sunshine sleeps upon the mouldering 

 facades ; when the coil of the Extensionists has died 

 away, and the new electric installation is finished in 



